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that beatuful aftrican rain song always comes to mind when we've been without rain for so long and the heavens eventually open. i woke, or rather was woken by a wee bairn at three this morning, not only to the sound of her grumbling but to the sound of rain dripping from every leaf outside our window. such a magical, soothing sound in the early hours. it rained all day. slow, drizzly, soaking rain. the kind of rain that reminds me of my childhood home and fills me with a yearning to visit scotland. we wen't out in it this afternoon. zahra drank the jewel like drops off rose petals and parsley seed heads. we floated paper boats and jumped in puddles. we discovered holes in gumboots and interesting bugs in the garden. what a marvellous saturday. there was even a bit of knitting.
